I wasn’t sure whether to write this post or not.
Just over two weeks ago, my youngest darling cat, TC died. It is so sad.
I have chosen this photograph to share from a few years ago. I think we had come home from a camping trip. TC’s favourite thing to do would be to find a new box or blanket to sit on.
She had been fine, eating, drinking, playing with the dog everything normal. One day, she started breathing in a weird way. We booked an appointment with the vets and because of everything that is going on, the only time they could see us was on the Wednesday. This Wednesday happened to be my birthday.
She had a tumour and we found out too late to do anything about it.
I love my pets and even make reference to them in my author bio on Amazon, Goodreads and various other places. I wanted to say RIP to TC before I change the ‘two cats’ to ‘one cat’.
We are still missing her loads. The dog doesn’t know what to do with herself and the other cat meows loudly at night.
This is a photo of the Curmudgeon Avenue gold light-up model that Lindsay McKinnon (narrator of Curmudgeon Avenue) bought me for my birthday (it cheered me up no end).
This is the card that made me laugh after we came home from the vets. From my friend Carla that I’ve known since training to be a nurse in the mid-90s.
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Thank you for the birthday wishes guys had a day in the #Manchester #sunshine with mystery sightings of friends arranged by Mr Henthorn. BUT we are devastated poor little TC Tallulah Cat lost her battle with cancer yesterday poor fing purr tight little one we will never forget you and your one front tooth 😿